Saturday Night

“This doesn’t come off unless I take it off of you boy,” he said. He ran his hand along the back of my neck, sliding his fingers under the chain of the necklace he’d just placed around my neck hours before until the chain lay across the back of his hand.

A package had arrived earlier in the afternoon with two matching boxes. Sir had made me kneel while he opened the package, and removed one of the chains and pendants from its box. I bowed my head and breathed in the scent of his crotch which was now pressed near my face as he did the clasp. His hands moved down my face and pulled my chin up until my eyes locked with his stormy hazel ones. He smiled back down at me, and I couldn't help but groan a little as the pressure of my chastity device reminded me of my place, yet again.

“It’s your ID number, to mark you as my property. Mine. I’m number one, just like your number one priority should be pleasing me. You’re 002 and the boy is 003. The rest of the ID number is based on the date I first collared you.” I glanced down and could see a small black stainless obelisk pendant with numbers engraved into it.

“I love it, thank you, Sir. I’m so incredibly lucky to be yours.” I said as he pulled me up off my knees and into a hug. I buried my face into his chest, trying to nuzzle my way over to his armpit, to inhale a deep hit of his masculinity. My balls ached as they tried to pull up against the ring, my cock twitching against its prison yet again. I ground my hips forward in a useless thrust against his thigh. There had been no release in over two weeks, and I was losing my mind already.

“I’m the lucky one, to have two horny, locked boys at my disposal. I love how horny you are for me. Back to work now though, if you’re a good boy and finish your chores for me, maybe you’ll get a reward later.” He punctuated his dismissal with a slap of my ass.

He squeezed the back of my neck again and played with the chain around my neck before rolling his hips forward and applying steady pressure, guiding my head down him. As my lips reached the base, he pulsed, and his head hit the back of my throat. I gagged, spit, mucus and precum bubbling from where my lips tried to make a seal to keep it all in. I tried to pull back and felt even more pressure holding me in place. He groaned and then chuckled as I gagged again.

“Oooh fuck yes boy, hold still and let me fuck your throat, oh yeah, that’s it. Good boy” his hips thrusting. He gave one last thrust and held it, his cock in my throat, making me gag yet again and blowing the spit I’d tried so hard to keep contained all over. He let me off of him and pushed me back into a kneeling position with him seated on the couch before me. I went to wipe the tears from my eyes, grinning something wicked.

“Hands behind your back boy” he ordered, before I could. He reached out and ran his hands along my torso fingers lightly running across my skin, making me shiver. He ran them up and brushed them across my nipples, tracing circles around them and flicking his fingertips past them in what seemed like a random rhythm. I moaned softly. A few days prior I had reached what I assumed had been peak horniness from being locked in chastity. Serving Sir was on my mind all the time, and I could have sworn my nipples had gotten harder and more sensitive. My shirt brushing against them turned me on. Sir teasing and playing with them like this was absolute bliss, and torture all at the same time.

“Remember when you made fun of the boy when he said his nipples had gotten sensitive the last time I had him locked this long?” he teased, giving my left a playful squeeze and making me moan uncontrollably once again. I rocked my hips back and forth, thrusting my nub in vain.

“Yessir,” I managed, my brain teetering on the brink of a pleasure overload. I knew I had slobber running down my chin, but at the moment, nothing mattered but Sir.

“Pretty sure you thought he was being dramatic, didn’t you boy” he continued. “I think you owe him an apology the next time we see him, you’re moaning like a bitch in heat, and I’m barely touching them boy. I wonder what would happen if I did…this”

Pain and pleasure flashed across my chest and he took both my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, applying both pressure and torque as he pinched and twisted. My eyes rolled back in my head and I bucked my hips again as the hypnotic almost ghostly feeling of his rock hard cock slammed into my hole.

“Holy fuuuuuck” I gasped. His eyes twinkled as I came back down from the high, and he release his grip on me.

“Glad to see that trigger is nice and ingrained, go and lay face down on the bed boy.” I’ll be in in a minute.

I got my legs under me, a bit sore from kneeling and servicing Sir for a while. Often Sir would tell me where on the bed to lie, so I debated for a minute before deciding he probably wanted to pump a load in my ass, so I positioned myself in the centre of the bed.

Sir walked in a moment later, and I couldn’t help but sneak a glance at him over my shoulder. He’d removed his shirt, but still wore the pair of jeans he’d unbuttoned earlier. He’d put on a new pair of leather gloves he’d bought and was softly tapping a rattan cane with a leather-wrapped handle across his palm. There was something so incredibly sexy about being completely naked and fully vulnerable to his desires, while he stood there, mostly clothed. Roles were clear. I was there for his enjoyment, and he enjoyed seeing every inch of skin that belonged to him.

“Move over towards me boy” he commanded, reaching under me and pulling me by my balls towards him as I scrambled to shimmy over. Guess I was wrong about him wanting to breed my hole. He had other things in mind for me yet.

The feeling of his gloved hand on my ass made me tingle. The leather felt warm on my skin but carried a power that lay subtly below the surface of his caress. THWACK! His hand had withdrawn quickly and came down with force. A sting flashed across the left side of my ass. He pressed into buttocks while I let out a yelp, and squeezed firmly. His gloved hands ran across my cheeks and spread and giggled them. I arched my back into it and thanked him.

“Mmm such a good boy. I’m gonna make that ass glow for me” he growled, another two swift spanks making me yip.

I was so horny even the pain felt amazing. I groaned for more as I felt the cane gently trace its way along my back, then back down towards its mark. The feeling of the wood vanished and I inhaled, waiting for the blow, but instead felt Sir’s hand teasing my nipple again. He was taking his time, enjoying teasing and tormenting me. I rolled my ass into the feeling of his cock pushing inside me that came, showcasing yet again the power of his words in my mind when he squeezed my nipple directly.

As I pushed backwards on to the idea of him, a sharp pain erupted simultaneously with the crack of the cane across my ass. “Fuck yessir, thank you SIR!” in a deep primal rumble, that barely sounded like me.

The pain was delicious. It radiated out from the impact site in a wave that rolled sharply at first, then dulled to a warmth as it spread. Endorphins hit my system in a rush. The smell of sweat, laced with adrenaline filled the room as my skin prickled, it erupting from every pore. Sir had commented that he enjoyed seeing how I reacted to pain, that he could tell when I was entering subspace just by the change in the way I smelled. Another burst of pain flashed across my ass, the heat building. I could tell that there was a welt the next time I felt Sir’s gloves against my skin. A finger teased my hole, tapping it while I wiggled my ass for him. He was a god, and my lust for him building more with every second. I wanted him more than ever. Another whack of the cane. Another guttural noise came from deep within me. Over and over until I lost count.

“Roll over boy” he commanded, a more playful tone in his voice, still standing over me.

I obeyed instantly. There was no thought anymore, no choice. Just pure submission. Obedience and pleasure. I looked up at him, his eyes sparkled and he smirked looking down at me. His eyes wandered across my chest and down towards my cage, as he leaned forward and pressed his gloved hand across my mouth. The smell of leather filled my nostrils as I inhaled sharply. He’d decided to give my balls a bit of a beating as well. I groaned into the glove, unable to speak, unwilling to disappoint him by moving. I lay there and took it. His hand slid off my mouth and down to my neck. He grasped it and squeezed. I tried to draw in a ragged breath, but the air that made it to my lungs barely satisfied my need, the smell of leather mixing with my sweat lingering on my nose.

“Are these balls aching, full of cum? He teased, the rhythm of his hand against my balls unchanged. I tried to reply, but his chokehold on my throat made it impossible. He pivoted and brought the hand that was tormenting me moments ago up to my mouth and nose, stopping any hope of sucking in any sort of air.

“Mmm. My sexy horny boy. It’s going to stay that way for quite a while more. I like how submissive you get. So hot.” He let go, right as the darkness started to swim slowly into my field of vision. He pulled me up off the bed into his embrace as I gasped for air.

He interrupted with a kiss, but just as his tongue played across my lips, he pulled back slightly, until his lips barely touched mine. “I could do this all night to you, boy, but that’s enough for today. Gotta save some fun for tomorrow. Let go watch a movie” he said through the kiss.